Since I'm sick it's driving me crazy. I can't handle it. I just want my mom. I wish she was close. Oh how I wish. Maybe one day when time travel is real I will go back to the Pangea split and make it so that Utah is right next to ohio instead of 2,000 miles away. Or maybe the scrambled states of America book can just be real and the states can just move around themselves.
Anyway. The amount of spit up coming out of my child has increased by like a million percent probably. It is constant. And it's never just a little bit, it's a soak through the bib, down the neck, all over mom and the bed (lately) or couch spit up. Which then requires two changes of clothes, and another load of laundry or some scrubbing to do.
I truly wonder what it would be like to have a child that doesn't spit up. I don't think I'll ever know. But. I do love my babe and it's still worth it, no matter how crazy it drives me when we're sick.
My doctor did tell us when we were there last that 3-4 months is the peak spit up time and then it usually goes down. And I am praying that is true.
We went to have lunch with dad at his restaurant yesterday, and minus the puddle of spit up I found under the car seat (seriously it went through the holes from the buckle) it was good. I felt like crap but what are you gonna do.
The swing has been my best friend the past few days. Which I know I will pay for later when we are better unfortunately. But right now it's my most favorite thing in the house.
He is very good at getting things right to his mouth now. Today he actually guided the bottle right back to his mouth after it fell, which has never happened before, he tried but it usually doesn't get in there.
I just want to sleep for days. I want this cold to go away.
This was an incredibly whiny post. My bad. But that's how I feel right now.
Luca is so weird, he will turn a cry into a laugh, and laugh into a cry. It's like he can't decide if he wants to be happy or mad. Usually it's just happy. Which I appreciate because I can't get mad around a smiley laughing baby. He keeps me sane and makes me insane all at once. Oh the joys of children. :)
His hands have always been his favorite. And it's no surprise they continue to be since he's discovered he can shove them in his mouth. Who needs toys?
The noises that go along with all the shoving are my favorite. He just talks and talks to himself. And yells sometimes.
He is finally growing out of his newborn clothes. I know. He's a tiny little man. I pulled down his 3-6 month bin of clothes and was shocked at how much actually fits him. I've been putting that off thinking that they would still be too small. There are still a few pairs of newborn pants he doesn't fit in, my guess is he never will. They don't fit around the waist yet but when they do I'm sure they will be too short.
He needs new and bigger jams, that was the main reason I pulled down the bigger bin and he's even too long already for some of those! Dang sizing. Why can't it all just be the same? It's a pain to keep track of how certain brands fit.
He is 15 weeks old today and that is just crazyness.
this is your journal. you are allowed to have some whinny posts :)
ReplyDeletei'm so sad i couldn't come help you yesterday. grant and i are super congested. i hope we don't get your fever, that's so sad. we probably will. it's how it works.
also i love that picture of luca sitting, smiling with his bottle in his mouth haha
this is grant right now "CACA CACA CACA CACA"